Honestly, this chapter is just adorable. This chapter made me say: "I want a Maxon Schreave."


Photo #8: My Sweet (Tooth)

Eadlyn knows that if there's one thing she has in common with her mom, it's their love for sweets. Sure, Eadlyn prefers chocolate and her mother prefers fruit tarts, but in general, they were both sweet tooths.

The picture she looks at has her mother at such a young age. Eadlyn believes it was taken early into her marriage. Her mother has such a youthful glow and sparkling smile as she munches on a delectable strawberry tart. Her eyes are bright with passion and life, only making Eadlyn's heart swell.

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"My queen," a chef calls, approaching her. "How are the desserts for tonight's gala?"

The chef who asked along with a few of his sous-chefs hold out trays that are filled with multitudes of desserts. America holds up her hands and folds them in an adoring surprise. Rows and rows of chocolates drizzles with various sauces, donut balls with powdered sugar, miniature pies with meringue, cupcakes with fluffy frosting, tarts with medleys of fresh fruit, truffles with cocoa powder; it all makes her mouth water.

"It's perfect," America gushes, licking her lips.

"Take one, your Majesty," the chef encourages.

How could she take just one? Unless it was one of everything. America wants to try them all, but knows she simply couldn't. Her fingers hover over all the different desserts, debating which one to pick. Her eyes change from which delight to sample before she finally settles on a classic strawberry tart.

"Thank you," America says.

The chefs bow their heads before scurrying back to the kitchen.

America takes a bite into the tart and almost passes out by how mouth-watering it is. From the flaky and buttery crust, to the sweet strawberries, and the sugary topping; it was truly a delectable dessert. America closes her eyes, only to savor it all more. She opens her eyes to take another bite, but stops when she sees Maxon with his camera pointed at her.

"Maxon!" America exclaims.

"Why can't you look at me the same way you look at that tart?" Maxon questions playfully.

America giggles. "Why must you always be taking pictures of me?"

"You are my beautiful queen, my wife, my muse." Maxon holds the camea to his eye and focuses it on America. "C'mon, love, smile for me."

America glares at him. Maxon gives her a face.

"Smile for the tart, at least," Maxon begs. "The strawberries and your hair are aesthetically pleasing to the eye."

America looks back at her tart and shines brighter than ever as she bites into it. Maxon smiles as he snaps the photo of his sweet with her sweet tooth.


That is literally how I eat sweets, not gonna lie. I just don't look graceful doing it. America and the tart are relationship goals.

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